Richmond Hill High School - Archway / Dome Yearbook (Richmond Hill, NY)

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'EI-IEEDOME Ei I E I E do PQQQ Tel. Richmond Hill 4059-W I y MISS DUNBEAITS A SECRETARIAL WINIFRED R. DANN 4 SCHOOL I Intensive Business 'Training for I Teacher of music in I High School Graduates Richmond Hill High School I I INDIVIDUAL ADVANCEMEINIT I9I 9 - I925 Superior Positions Pupil of Secured HENRY I-EVE-Y IPiH110J Every 1924 Graduate R. HUNTINGTON WOODMAN qofgany WCM Placed PRIVATE INSTRUCTION I Catalogue on Request IN PIANO AND ORGAN I I 86-190 -Ioralemon Street 8552 I l2th Street Brooklyn, N- Y- Rlchmond HM' N' Y' Af Bm Hall fm. Triangle 7420 Telephone Richmond Hill 10358 I ' FASHION SHOE SHOPS High Grade Shoes , 901 I jamaica Avenue Near 91st Street Woodhaven, N. , , Y. ,- f I7 SPECIAL SALE i A 4 During graduation month on Bicyles TITCS and Accessories I 0 EWUBWM I in Buy in a real bicycle store where you can be taken care of We sell Blaclc Beauty Emblems, Columbia ancl several other makes. Old hizurrlef fuken -ll 1 trmle. HOWERFORD SALES CO. I06-I 2 Jamaica Ave., nr. I07th St. Formerly 916 Broadway, Brooklyn Please Mention HTHE DOME when Patronizing Our Advertisers

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TI-IE DOME Jane, 1925 ON THE CITY WALL By DEM1TAssE HE outermost wall of the city of Noone stands silveregrey in the moon' 1 --.. light. All that can be seen is a straight sweep of wall and a purple velvet sky, flecked here and there with a tremf bling star. To the East, that is, straight beyond the wall, over the desert, faintly looming shadows of a deeper purple betray the Eastern mountains sprawling along the opposite edge of the desert, hundreds of miles from Noone. The deep night silence is suddenly broken by a brazen gong in the Northernmost temple, dedicated to Sbotoe, and a voice inf tones: Voice: It is the Hfth hour of the night. It is the iifth hour and Noone stands yet on the edge of the desert. 1A chorus of priests from temples all over the city rises in faintly heard murmurs as they bow before the grimacing stone gods over the altars. The priests in the nearby temples are chanting more distinctlyj Priests: O, ye gods of the city of Noone, Yaguth and the little Kitsan and Zeelig Moorst, Shotoe of the jadefcarved eyes and the sleepy Elmuth Noy, hear Thy priests and grant their prayers, oh most mighty and puissant Ones. , , Withhold Thy doom from Noone, or if it strain at the leash, toss it the crumbs of other cities of unbelievers. But let the golden Noone stand in her might, for yet a little while. Stay Thy hands, oh ye heavf enly Ones, who stride over azure oceans with a step and lean from Thy jade thrones this little while to bless us. We pray Thee, keep that Fate growling hut a little longer ahout Thy garment heins. Let only the ravenous years devour our city. We ask all this, we so much smaller ones, and pour out offerings for prayers already granted and we burn spices to the granting of our prayers tonight. f'I'he priests fall silent and nothing is heard but a faint crunching, the sound of I .I it the sentinels as they pace the walls. Now and then a tiny clink tells that some .soldier has set his spear and shield on the ground and is now leaning on them and looking, perhaps over the desert, perhaps over his city. Suddenly Montrore, a sentinel, enters from the right. At the same moment, the captain, Gort, enters from the left. Both men are clad in short pale fawn-colored tunicsg Montrorels bordered with browng the captain's with purple. 'Their knees and legs are bare and they wear high-laced sandals. Both carry tall spears and oval bronze shields. On their heads are closeffltting casques of bronze and from the leathern girdle about each waist, there hangs a curved silver-hilted sword. Seeing Montrore, Gort inclines his head slightly and continues a slow heavy march to the center. There thc two meet, stop, and greet each otheizj Gort: Ah, Montrore, it is heavy and hot tonight. Ivlontrores Ay, hot and heavy, yet the sky looks cool. fHe gazes raptly at the purf ple heavensj I should like to sleep once on a small soft cloud under a royal purple canopy. Surely there dreams would be beautiful. Gort fdisapprovinglyj: Hush thee, Montrore, only the gods and their Chosen Ones may sleep there. Montrore: It is a wearisome task, to patrol these walls for a hidden danger that mav not be known. Gort: Thou art new to the work. Nay, I find it very pleasant to Watch the dawn slipping shyly up over the purple mountains in the East. Montrore: Ay, the dawn is a marvelous sight, but a friend to converse with, to dis' cuss the dawn with, 'tis even hetterf' Gort: I do not say that there is not some truth in thy words. But the city must he guarded. Montrore: Yes, the city must he guard' ed, fHe pauses thoughtfully, staring over the city. Suddenly he turns to Gort and asks in a strangely intense, yet puzzled mannerj But why must the city he guard' ed? Why is a city so great a thing? If